Where is Jesus? Luke, among others, says he is in heaven (Luke 24:51). Someday he promises to take us where he is. I am not writing this as a person of great theological knowledge who has all the answers. I don’t. Much, possibly even most, of what I am saying is based on faith, even the simple faith of a child. That’s all Jesus required (Mark 10:15). I am saying that death is not to be feared if you have come to him in simple faith believing in Him to take you to a place he has prepared for you. He is speaking to his disciples. (So what about those who not believe in him – who are not his followers? I’ll get to that later.) Not being afraid of death does not mean we want death, however.

For centuries the “church” has taught that Jesus will some day take all Christians at the same time, in an event called the Rapture. Even in New Testament times, Christians believed that. It has not yet happened but I still believe that because that is the way I interpret scriptures about Jesus’ return to earth. Until that happens, what? We all know what. Death happens, one by one.

Does Jesus come to take us according to his word in John 13:3? Some who have had “near death” experiences say they were taken by Jesus. I can’t say they were not. (I will tell you what happened to me. Later.) I think that it is Jesus’ authority by which the death angel takes us. Death angel? Yes, the death angel is referred to several times in the Old Testament. Both Paul and the writer of Hebrews refer to the death angel. Hebrews 1:14 says “those who will inherit salvation” have an angel ministering to them at all times. This angel is generally referred to as our Guardian Angel. Perhaps that is the one who will serve as “death angel” and deliver us to the home where Jesus is. I’m just guessing.

I have witnessed death of two people. Both of whom died believing they had been redeemed by Jesus, consequently, believing they would live eternally with Him. There was no fear. One was in hospice care and might have had some sedation; I don’t know. The other was not medicated as far as I know. As an intimate onlooker, I sensed no presence of “angels” but there was deep peace. Now what about my experience? I’ll tell you tomorrow.

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This was written to fulfill Day Two of a Three Day Quote challenge issued to me by Shilpa. Go see, you will not be disappointed in her blog. https://iamabloggertoo.wordpress.com/2016/01/28/three-day-quote-challenge-day-2/

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Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...

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This is another part of the good news we celebrate, and although I think (as best as I can tell) that I’m not afraid of death, it’s that dying part I’m not real happy about! Looking forward to tomorrow’s edition!!

The dying part is what I want to deal with tomorrow. Thanks for prayer, Dawn. I will be telling something I have not been able to verbalize very well except to people who think like I think. But this morning I mentally said, “God I need you to help me.” And it seemed he said to me, “And I need you to do this.” Even now tears run. I must get that it is the Holy Spirit who draws people to God – I am only a conduit for him.

Great blog Oneta. Life experiences (personal experiences) of deliverance from death and ‘going home’ of close friends and parents all contribute to your own personal acceptance of eternity question. Thank God that Jesus did not leave us in this shaking world to fend alone. He left His Spirit (ghost) – the living reality and His Words ‘follow me”. From this earth, though death to eternal life…I believe that is the Promise. I’m not a theology student (have studied much stuff.I reckon the Rapture would be ‘incredible’ but all of the gentiles must come before Israel will have blinkers off their eyes but ONE DAY…….All will KNOW WHO HE is!. Like a little child we have faith and we come to HIM. Thank you for your inspiration.

I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.

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Oneta Hayes

Hello. To various folks I am Neat’ne, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins.